Sorry for how lengthy this is

We drove to stop and shop for ingredients. He was going to make me dinner that night. We stayed in the parked car, just talking. We had started talking about my mom. He said he didn’t like her and how she should get over how she did not like him. He was opening up to me about his parents. He said that he’s jealous that mine are always on my side. I said, “do you feel like your parents aren’t on your side?” And put my hand on his. He told me to stop and I took my hand away. He accused me of “analyzing” him and I said I was not, that I was only trying to further understand him. After I opposed him, he became increasingly angry and ended up yelling. I began to cry. I told him I did not deserve for him to yell at. After, he kept yelling and I turned away from him. He kept trying to get me to look at him, “look at me.” When I would refuse, he would ask why. Over and over. I would answer “I don’t want to.” I opened the car door, sick of everything, and he asked “where are you going?” I responded “into the store.” And I walked until I was next to a brick pillar. I then snapped Carolina and told her that Chris had yelled at me. After a few minutes of standing outside of the store, I walked back into the car. He seemed to have calmed down a little. He justified how mad he got by stating that it was okay because he was angry. I attempted to put the keys in the ignition. He then pulled the keys out. I asked him “what are you doing?” He seemed to not understand what he did, and he gave the keys back to me. I began to drive the car. He kept saying statements, to which I replied “I don’t have to” or something along those lines. He then screamed at me. I can’t remember what he said. I put my foot on the brake and used my hands to cover my ears. I continued to drive out of the parking lot. I drove to the light at the intersection and he asked if I was going to stay at his house for dinner. I replied “no.” And as I drove more, he began to state his original point about him feeling like I was analyzing him. Then, he attempted to talk more, to which I replied “don’t talk to me” and “I don’t want you to talk to me. I am putting up a personal boundary.” Over and over. He said that I should drop him off at the bike path. I asked why, and he said he did not want to talk about it (clearly mocking me). I drove to his house. We parked outside of the house and talked for longer. He said if I told him to get out, he would. I asked why he would not get out on his own. He said it was because he wanted me to tell him to get out. I hesitated. At one point, he shared that the reason he yelled was because it had been done to him for years by his family. He then said that he would hear my viewpoint. I shared that I did not like how pushy he was with my boundaries, citing how I say I don’t want to talk about things and he still pushes it. And he responded saying that there really was no one perfect for me. I then pointed out how hypocritical he was being. At one point,I said I would appreciate it if he would go in his house. I told him the yelling made me feel unsafe. He said he could expect my mom to be at his doorstep tomorrow. I just stared at my steering wheel. He then tried to get in the car again, saying he wanted to fix things, I said I did not want to. He left and said bye sometime after. I then said I would appreciate it if he left then, I think. He said bye and shut the door, I said bye back. He walked into his car. I hesitated, wondering if I should text or call him to see where he was going to go. I then drove away, in tears. I drove to burger kind and bought myself a strawberry milkshake. I drove back home. My mom asked what happened. I said I didn’t want to talk about it. Later that night I told her more. She said that the yelling was not okay and my stepdad said that if I felt I didn’t do anything wrong then I did not. I laid across her lap and told her about how he took the Keys and insulted me and yelled. She wiped a tear from her eye. I knew the second hand pain she was feeling. They told me I didn’t deserve the yelling and my stepdad said Chris was broken. It would take a long time for him to heal. I cried some more and my kin hugged me. Bill (my stepdad) gave me a hug and told me I was strong. Mom said it would only get worse, and that I need to realize that I’ll be okay without him and that I do not deserve that. They offered support that made me feel better. My mom said that this was emotional abuse. And that making big deals out of small things had been modeled for him at home. I then walked back into my room and saw he called me. I texted him that I could not call. He responded saying he just wanted to say he was sorry. I played his voicemail to my mom. My stepdad wrote down that you can tell a person is truly sorry when they don’t say sorry. I woke up the next morning still hurt. I went through today still hurt. He emailed me to say that he was sorry and he was wrong and included a blog post he had been reading about anger and ways to deal with it. He said that he understands if I want to break up with him. I didn’t respond. I think I will break up with him.